Wind

by Deep Gimble II

wind
up golden boughs where light lay high red stars
round of trees we and him go
before Em was this sweet wind so strange
there shone my mother like as with such feet were
with our golden fire yet their song could know your
way we see
these is one they call

Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word.